I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.

It began as a mistake.

Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus!

it is all ash and dry leaves and grief gone like an ocean liner.

People don't need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn't be.

I'm too careless. I don't put out enough effort. I'm tired.